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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A GREETING, by JONAS HALLGRIMSSON First Line: The balmy south a gentle sigh releases Last Line: For that, dear throstle, is my sweetheart fair. | |||
THE balmy South a gentle sigh releases -- And countless ocean billows, set in motion, Breathe to my native shores the South's devotion -- Where strand and hillside feel the kindly breezes. O give them all at home my fondest greeting, O'er hill and dale a sacred peace and blessing. Ye billows, pass the fisher's boat caressing; And warm each youthful cheek, ye south winds fleeting. Herald of springtime, thou whose instinct free Pilots thy shiny wings through trackless spaces To summer haunts to chant thy poems rare, O greet most fondly, if you chance to see An angel whom our native costume graces. For that, dear throstle, is my sweetheart fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW ODE TO A HUMAN HEART by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD PROPERZIA ROSSI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS by THOMAS HOOD FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE AEOLIAN HARP (1) by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |
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